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Chapter 6-where am I?

I felt my consciousness returning, along with a throbbing headache. I opened my eyes and noticed I was no longer on a sidewalk.

I looked around at the room. It was fairly messy, there were clothes scattered all around and there were stains on the walls. I then heard loud music coming from downstairs. I looked at the clothes closely and recognized them as Dally's.

I heard the door handle and Dally walked into the room, only wearing a pair of low cut jeans. He had a cold and angry look in his eyes "what the hell were ya thinking!?Walking home alone when it was getting dark!" Dally practically yelled

"I don't know... it wasn't that far and I thought I had my blade." That made him look even more angry and he scoffed and said "Darry's right, you never think." We both silently glared at each other for a moment.

I started to get curious about how he had found me. With the glare still present on my face I said "How did you find me anyway." He still had the glare on his face as he said "I was on my way back to Buck's when I saw you getting jumped by the Socs."

I broke the eye contact and looked down at my injuries. It appeared I had a series of cuts all over, and I could feel a few deep gashes on my face.

I suddenly realized I had no idea what time it was and my brothers were probably worrying about me. "What time is it? Never mind, I gotta get home, my bothers are probably worried sick." I said as I started to get up.

Dally put a firm grip on my arm to keep me to the bed and said "like hell you are, you can't get up or you'll rip out your stitches." I responded "but my brothers are worrying!" He gave me a scowl as he said "I'll call them."

I nodded and let it go. I listened to the Dally talking on the phone to Darry "yea...calm down, she's here...she got jumped by the Socs...a few cuts and stitches...she has to stay the night so she won't rip them out...what! No! I'm not lying, she's dating Johnny, remember?...alright, see ya in a few hours."

I heard Dally set the phone down and his footsteps heading back to the room. Soon the door clicked and he walked in. He took a ripped up blanket off an old chair and threw it on the floor and took a pillow off of the bed and turned off the light.

When I woke up in the morning to light coming in from the window. I recalled all the events that had happened yesterday. I was still in quite a bit of pain from being jumped from yesterday.

I looked at Dally, who was still asleep on the floor next to the bed. I sat up and poked him with my foot, he immediately sat up and snapped his head back and forth until his eyes landed on me with anger.

"I was sleeping." He said in an annoyed tone. I ignored his comment and asked "when are my brothers coming to get me?" He responded "Sodapop should be here in an hour, Darry had work." I nodded.

Dally got up and threw on a black tight-fitting tank top. I got up from the bed and felt sharp pain all over my body. Dally turned to me and said "sit down before you hurt yourself more."

"I'm fine." I snapped back. He scoffed and a few moments of silence passed. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out my switchblade. "I guess you should have this back in case the Socs give you any more trouble."

He walked over to me but before he gave it to me he said "I better not catch you cutting yourself again or I will tell Darry." I responded "I won't." I opened my hand and he put the blade in it.

I soon heard my Darry's old pickup truck pull up, and I knew Sodapop had arrived. I heard Buck open the door and I started walking down the stairs, using the stained walls to keep steady and eventually made it to the door.

Sodapop had an anxious and concerned look as I reached the door. He pulled me into a hug and said "you're okay, right? The Socs didn't hurt you too bad, did they?" I pulled away and gave Sodapop a reassuring smile and said "I'm fine, just a few cuts, that's all." He nodded in relief and turned to Dally. "Thank you for saving her from the Socs." Dally just nodded.

We then exited Buck's and got into Darry's old pickup. The ride home was pretty quiet. I looked out the window at the familiar scenery of Tulsa. I could tell when we had reached our block, almost home.